caelestis
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No, the act of bringing myself pain is never as fulfilling as someone I adore, trust and respect doing it to me. When it comes to self harm, I am an utter wuss. I cannot push my own limits (as far as masochism is concerned) as well as some of the people I play with. Plus the mindset that comes with trusting another to give you pain lifts my endurance. Going into any sort of scene I know will be painful I'm nervous, fidgety, and one of the things that calm me is the confidence I have in my play partner. I know I will come out of the scene bruised and crying but euphoric, and that is something I could never do to myself. If it was me doing it to myself, I'd have to think about it. Part of the delight I get from pain is when I reach a certain point I simply can't think about anything else. My mind is blank, I'm little more than a quivering, whimpering, hunk of flesh.. and in that moment I truly feel free. Free to let myself react purely out of instinct, instead of having to think out every thing I do, instead of worrying what my reaction may cause others to think. /rant
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"We are a fountain of shimmering contradictions, most of us. Beautiful in the concept, if we're lucky, but frequently tedious or regrettable as we flesh ourselves out." — Gregory Maguire
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